The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1287

By then, Zephyr was completely perplexed. He was a fanatic of fighting arts, and although he was quite intelligent, he despised beating around the bush and pondering over such convoluted matters.

"Why can't he see Ms. Garcia? He has provided significant assistance, so it can't possibly be because he distrusts her, can it? That wouldn't make any sense at all."

"That's impossible," Chad firmly replied. "Based on his various actions, there's no doubt that he has absolute trust in Neera."

Simultaneously, a glint flashed across his eyes. Ah... I believe I'm on the verge of uncovering the truth.

Charles, too, could feel his mind working. "If he's intentionally avoiding Ms. Garcia, then it might be because he's someone she knows. If they were strangers, it wouldn't matter even if they met. But if they've known each other for a long time, meeting in person would mean exposing his identity. Therefore, the lord might likely be someone Ms. Garcia is familiar with."

"Yes. That makes sense," Chad said before sitting up straight, his eyes narrowing as he considered the people close to Neera. Hmm. Who could be the lord of Phison? There don't seem to be many people I can choose from...

At that point, Zephyr finally caught on. Combining the information previously provided by Charles, he made a bold guess.

"Ms. Garcia had just arrived in Phison when Mr. Beauvort disappeared from Kingsview without a trace. At the same time, an unidentified private jet landed in Phison with unknown passengers, and Mr. Beauvort's travel records are completely blank. Then, Lordsworth Estate broke its rules by supporting Ms. Garcia, yet the lord who claimed to be repaying a favor never showed up. Even after Mr. Beauvort arrived in Phison, he never appeared either... Mr. Gordon, do you think Mr. Beauvort could be the lord of Lordsworth Estate?"

As it turned out, Chad was toying with the same idea, but he couldn't be entirely certain.

"Not necessarily. These are all just our speculations, and there's no solid evidence to support them. We could be overthinking, or it could also be that Jean is well acquainted with the higher-ups in Lordsworth Estate. In any case... It's hard to say."

That being said, Chad always felt that his train of thought was correct.

From the moment Jean first appeared in the city, Chad had already sensed that something was amiss, so he instructed Charles to investigate further.

As he had anticipated, everything was a blurry mess.

However, this could also shed light on some issues.

In any case, one thing was certain—Jean Beauvort was no ordinary man!

He was definitely more than just the CEO of Beauvort Group, and chances were, he held a significant position in Phison too!

Back on Wind Chime Island, Neera was still sound asleep.

At that moment, it still didn't occur to her that her carelessness had provided an opportunity for those with malicious intentions.

Standing in the corridor, Jean gazed at the courtyard outside the window, his gaze dark and cold.

It was late and quiet, and everything was shrouded in shadow.

Instead of hesitating, he made a quick decision. "There's no rush. Let's wait patiently. Once they take action, we'll swoop in and capture them all in one fell swoop. Not a single one will be allowed to escape!"

Ian, however, was concerned. "But if you do that, the mastermind will be aware of your existence, and your identity will be questioned..."

Not caring in the slightest, Jean turned around nonchalantly. "So what if they suspect me? Am I supposed to be afraid of them?"

With that, he walked into the bedroom without looking back and lay down next to Neera.

Regarding the frenzy that was about to unfold in the mansion, he wasn't the least bit nervous. On the contrary, he downplayed it as if nothing was happening.

Seemingly having sensed the man's presence, Neera turned over and whimpered before snuggling into his arms. Like a cat, she found a comfortable position to curl up in and quickly returned to sleep.

Jean wrapped his arms around her and lowered his gaze, his eyes twinkling with joy as they wandered over her face.

Since he wasn't sleepy, he simply watched her contentedly, never once averting his gaze.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of a fight suddenly erupted from downstairs.

A fierce glint instantly flashed across Jean's eyes. Left with no choice, he sighed and gently shook the woman in his arms awake.

"Wake up, Neera."

Neera grunted before wriggling into his arms. "I'm sleepy," she mumbled unconsciously. "D-Don't disturb me..."

Feeling helpless, Jean tickled the woman with her own hair. "Wake up first. You can go back to sleep once everything's over."

By then, Neera was so annoyed that she could no longer remain asleep. After struggling to open her eyes, she glared at the man. "Why are you disturbing my peaceful dream—"

Unfortunately, before she could finish her sentence, the sound of glass shattering rang out from downstairs and startled her.

"What's that noise? What's happening downstairs?" she exclaimed. Having noticed the sounds of a brawl coming from below, she instantly became alert and sat up straight.

The next second, the blanket slipped from her shoulders, revealing a fair, flawless body.

After stealing a glance at her, Jean felt himself tense up. A fire had ignited within him, leaving his throat incredibly dry.

D*mn it. This woman is far too captivating. I've always prided myself on my self-control, yet she has the uncanny ability to shatter it like a house of cards!

Despite that, Jean knew it wasn't the time to dwell on such thoughts, so he promptly rolled out of bed and fetched Neera her clothes.

"Get dressed first. I'll take you out to see what's happening."